An astonished, delighted smile curled across her lips, and a girlish giggle flowed from her as she realized the breadth of her newfound prowess. She moved with the natural elegance of an experienced woman, and reacted with tits the wide-eyed exuberance of a teenage girl. Still, she treated me with too much reverence for my liking. “Touch me, Astrid,” I moaned as she danced on me, “grab me, squeeze me, take me; I’m not your god.” “You are my god,” she giggled, leaning forward and gripping my breasts, “but I will do as you command.” “Your god commands you to fuck me like a bitch in heat.” I grinned. Astrid slid forward on top of me; her flexing abdomen squishing into the softness of my belly, her ample breasts flattening into domes against the backs of her cupping hands. She pressed my flailing bust together, and pushed her thumbs into my erect nipples, prompting me to cry out in glee. She Hardcore laughed delightedly at my responsiveness, and curved herself convexly, separating our squishing busts so that she could take my nipple into her mouth. I moaned as her soft lips pursed around my hardened node and sucked gently; drawing the sensitive nipple out from my areola until it ached wonderfully with its erectness. She eyed my face with a curious expression, playfully studying my reaction, trying to find the secrets of my pleasure. She rotated her mouth about my nipple, and I moaned. She released my reddened bead and flicked her tongue across in teasing tickles, and I cried out again. amateur Her blue eyes twinkled beneath her brow as she discovered the little things that drove me crazy, and she exploited them to her liking. All the while, her hips moved behind her in a mechanical cadence, but a lustful motion. The swell of her perfect backside rose and fell, petite jiggled this way and that, clapped together and spread with each pass of her hips. She was an artist of lust, a sculptor of love making, and she knew it. She tangled a girlfriend hand in my hair, and pulled back gently, tilting my head backward and exposing my neck. She licked me from nipple to collarbone, then exchanged her hedonism for love, and burned a sweet path of gentle kisses along the curved vulnerability of my throat. She stopped at my jaw, and then watched me with an apprehensive expression. “What?” I gasped, unable to speak words in anything but breathy expulsions. “I was wondering…” she whispered, her voice hoarse with her pleasure, “I was wondering if I… if I could kiss you.” “We’re already fucking, Astrid,” I laughed through my moans, “what’s a kiss?” “A kiss is much more intimate than sex, Willowbud,” she said in a hushed, pleasured tone, “it’s a symbol of… never mind,” she said, her face turning red with embarrassment, “I’m sorry.” “No,” I smiled, sliding my hand through her braided, blond hair, cupping her behind the ear, “I want you to kiss me.” “You do?” she asked, her eyes brimming. “Kiss me, Astrid,” I whispered, “but not like your god. Kiss me like your lover.” Astrid looked into my eyes as her face hovered above mine. Her blue irises cast downward, gazing upon my parted lips, whose expirations sung with the sweet pleasure of her grinding hips. She lowered her face to mine, and pressed our mouths together. “Would you hold this one down please, gentlemen?” he asked, more amiably. “Give me the key to those cuffs,” Angela said, in a sharp tone. Once again John tried to use logic and reason, "Guys... Stacey’s face contorted from the intense discomfort. Her purple eyes flashed over to me. Gretchen leaned back and grasped at the wood veneer counter top to keep herself upright as she deposited the byproduct of an uncharacteristically spine-tingling orgasm into the girlfriend bottom of the drink. I… I don’t want to ruin the mood here but I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings that lead to jealousy.” She moves her bottom against his leg again and thats when we see a tits wet spot of her pussy. "I told you the guys would like your suite." She continued riding him like that until her energy ran out, at which point, Dominion took over. “You want to make me happy?” I asked. Shocked that dad would say something like that, I turned to mom, who solemnly nodded. If her mother noticed that anything was off, I couldn’t tell. “You or amateur me?” he replied with a laugh. It was so exposing for her. She slammed down me. Her cunt engulfed my dick. In fact the problem may have been going on for a long time, and, you know. This should be interesting..." “What?...” he asked. Then we all had our individual chores, like cleaning the temple, tending the garden, sowing, cooking, then there was lunch, after lunch we had studies, not just with our owh group but with the four youngest groups combined. As Julie lay there Hardcore soaping her body she started to run her hands across her breasts imagining to herself that it was Sarah's hands touching her. Realizing her petite friend’s discomfort, Rachael took Sarah’s hands and said “I’m kidding” and giggled.